How can we take credit for anything? The content of our mind is often a gift from some magnificent unknown. We can collect and configure, but the blocks we build with are a series of images from our mind that we have not truly produced. We are manipulators, not creators. Maybe I’m wrong.

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No one is wrong. At most someone is uninformed. If I think an individual is wrong, either I am unaware of something or the person is. So unless I want to play a superiority game I had best find out what he or she is looking at…’You’re wrong’ means that I don’t understand you, I’m not seeing what you’re seeing—and I’m not seeing all of you there is to see. But there is nothing *wrong* with you…I do not know all therefore I am inadequate to judge.
— Hugh Prather, Notes to Myself: My Struggle to Become a Person

I have a hungry fixation for understanding and there are millions of people in this world in a billion different situations. I think I’m a dog chasing cars. Maybe I’m just a dog chasing my tail.

I wonder if it’s really possible to imagine something impossible. 

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Surety Slumber

“I want to know that I know.”

A whisper whisps away wildly and falls upon the same deaf ear in space or the same deaf ear of a friend. Perpetual falling motion swallows you like a hungry, hasty boy and you fall, fall, fall like the fools you frown upon when you are an observer. Your frantic hands claw at the same inconsistencies, swollen truths, and combative facts that they have for years and will probably continue to do so for those to come. You roll and fling your limbs as you fall in sheer and utter frustration and scream yourself to sleep. 

You’ll wake the next morning fine though. You’ll be freshly erased for another day. Sleep well child. All will be well. Just look at this beacon. Focus now.

Days 4-8

(apologies for length and lack of editing in this post.)

San Antonio, TX-

Man, what a great time. Danny was such a host. He made me feel at home almost instantly. When I got there we just drank and shot the breeze. He left me with a key to his place so I was free to come an go the next day, which was incredibly trusting and thoughtful of him. It scared me a little bit that he was putting that much trust in a couchsurfer, but at the same time he was a pretty decent judge of character and pretty perceptive- he was a cop when he was young after all. We didn’t get to spend too much time together because he was at work a good portion of my stay, but it was fun when we did. We went down to the Riverwalk and out for dinner. I really expected an eat-dinner-and-immediately-go-home sort of situation, but he surprised me when he went barhopping with me afterwards like he was still in his prime. He suggested I jump into the river. I’m almost certain he was serious. I went to the McNay art museum (as seen in previous posts) and a lovely forested park there in town too…during the rainstorm. It was great.

 

Houston, TX-

Such a good time here. I stayed with Rob who was a very talented musician and sound tech. He attempted to play some music for me, but he had broken his keyboard by dropping it earlier that day. We waited for his friend Rebecca to get to the house and when she did we all went to the grocery store to get the makings for a mexican feast. The car ride there was full of talking and laughter. I love couchsurfing for that reason- you’re more or less instant friends with your host and it can feel like you’ve known them for ages. That’s a magic I haven’t seen anywhere else. I watched my mother for years make spanish rice, but only knew the vague steps, not the exact technique involved in making it. Rob showed me the proper way and it turned out just like I remember. We enjoyed the meal (delicious) with some sangria and the ambiance of a Texas-sized rainstorm outside through an open patio door. It was sublime. The thunder scared the shit out of all of us after one very close lightning strike, but Rob the most. He fell off the couch. Ha. I was standing on the patio watching the storm and just decided to go out in it. Rob and Rebecca were right on my heels. We played like kids in the rain. We raced and splashed and slid on the grass. The rain was heavy so we were soaked to the bone from the moment we stepped out. It was so fun and freeing.



Jackson, MS-

I arrived late here because I thought it would be a good idea to lock my keys in my trunk, rather my scattered mind did. I waited for AAA for an hour and was saved. My host hadn’t expected me due to my last minute request, so she forewarned me that they were celebrating a friends graduation. I met them at an irish pub called Fenians and got a warm welcome. Met a lot of people, had a lot of conversations, but it got boring as it got more crowded. I met a friend there named Jimmy who comes back into the story later. He was from Birmingham and told me to meet him up there when I went. After we were all thoroughly bored with the pub, we headed out to a blues club downtown or somewhere called F Jones Corner. Man. So glad we went. I love the blues and the band was phenomenal. Me and another friend I met at the pub (Billy Joel, no joke) watched the band with Alexis, my host. They played one of my favorite songs by Hendrix, Born Under a Bad Sign, perfectly. Note for note and with the rhythm and passion of the man himself. They were a cool bunch and I got to chat with them a little. We danced on stage and in front of the stage awhile and the band gave me a “welcome to Mississippi” shout out.

Outside of F Jones.

Inside of F Jones.

My host Alexis(left) and other CSers at brunch before I left.


Birmingham, AL-

Got in at night during a terrible rainstorm. The rain has really been following me this entire trip. It was so heavy I could barely see on the freeway and let me tell you, it was terrifying. Being in an unfamiliar area while being blinded by rain is not an ideal at all. Aside from that, getting around in Birmingham can be confusing as hell and the infrastructure can compound your frustrations. That aside, I made it safe. My host was another exemplary cs host and I got settled in fast. We ate ice cream and talked about a myriad of things. She had great pets with even greater names! There was a cat named Dorian Not So Gray, Admiral Catsby, and General Brody de Longdog (dachshund). I loved them all. She was also at work a majority of the time, so we didn’t spend too much time together. Birmingham is an interesting place. It seems like 50% of the downtown buildings are abandoned and not in use. From what I hear, its really being rejuvenated now, but man. Its sad. That town has so much history as well that was very cool to learn about though the subject matter was often not so cool. One night I was there, I met up with Jimmy (whom I met in Jackson) and his boyfriend Jacob at their place. They invited me in in the best way possible (with whiskey) and we had such a great conversation. Their neighbor Sloan(sp?) joined us and we headed over to a relatively new restaurant called El Barrio and had a great dinner with lots of laughs. Afterwards, they took me up to a lookout point over the city and it was one of those out-of-the-movie moments, us all just staring out at the city and the skyline, taking it all in.

Left to right, Jimmy, Jacob, and Sloan(sp?)

The all of us. Loved this night.

One of the ultimate goals of most writers, myself included, is to find words you can stand behind and accept them as yourself. What I mean by that is we are all looking for something that we can say was written by a real us and is a valid, pure representation of our mind. I think that this want is flawed. We humans are much too progressive for anything like that. I think if there is a point at which you are fully satisfied with a piece of your old writing, you have grown stagnant. That’s not to say you can’t like it or feel comfortable with it, but you would be appreciating it for what it is- you are a different person since you created it. Writing will always be a snapshot to me. A picture will always stay the same but you will always change. It isn’t a bad thing. Any thoughts on this?

What a strange, ambiguous time we live in. Living is groping and man, how can you not fall? I guess it is that mystery that keeps us so interested in living.

Days 1-3

5/7/2012 at 4:30 AM - 2 hours of sleep and uncontrollable excitement collide in an ugly way. It shows. Regardless, I was so ready to leave. 

It is impressive how much you can grow (or at least feel like you’ve grown in 3 days). I’ve gonna across 3 states in 3 days and it has been wild so far. I’ve already learned a lot of travel lessons really quick from dumb mistakes and the biggest one, which is really hard for a person like me, is to SLOW DOWN, CALM DOWN, AND ENJOY IT. I need to keep in mind my reasons for traveling- not to rush, but to have an experience. I spent my first night in Las Cruces, NM with my hosts Kelley + Marjorie. Due to my scatterbrained anxiety and the initial rush of leaving, I failed to really take any pictures while staying with them, which was a major bummer. Kelley was a self proclaimed muslim mystic. We spent most of our time together chatting about all sorts of stuff- music, religion, couchsurfing, you name it. He was just an all around nice and gracious guy and had so many wonderful insights into life to share. He gave me a parting gift, which was so incredibly thoughtful. It was a book called “Notes to Myself” by Hugh Prather and I have been enjoying it SO DAMN IMMENSELY. The timing for this book is perfect. Marjorie was a very laid back and kind person, like Kelley. Aside from accidentally feeding me moldy salsa (ha) she was great! She and I didn’t get to spend too much time together, but she showed me all sorts of stuff from her dance company she’s in, gave me some travel suggestions, and of course, talked music with me. Lovely couple, lovely hosts.

This is a view from the scenic highway I took out of AZ into NM. The road up to this lookout point was winding and steep. You had to take it at about 20mph. Worth the slow crawl up. Met some traveling Texans up there and we shared our plans for our trips. I bouldered up a rock to gain a better vantage over this area for a video too. Phenomenal view.

Went into Texas today. Yee haw! This state is so underrated, both by its residents and travelers. I got such negative reviews when I asked about it, but it is an incredible place. I nearly drove across its entire breadth today. It rained almost the entire way and I couldn’t get enough of it. The whole of the 8-hour trek was more or less an endless joy fit. A lot of cows, too. 

Just got here to my host’s in San Antonio about two hours ago. He’s a great guy and got me in on a last minute request too. He was telling me we can pretty much do anything I’m up for and even suggested having a couchsurfing get together at his house. WAT. This guy is beyond cool. I have a feeling I’m going to see a lot of cool things, meet some fun, interesting people, and just have a tremendous time here. I’ll probably stay a couple days before I head out to New Orleans, which is the next stop. Man oh man, three days has flown by. This is all the adventure I expected and its only going to get better.

I think I’ve lost a lot of my passion, but I’ll get it back. Not sure how, but I will.